Part 5 (1/2)
”No, not particularly. When is he going to stop here again?”
”Ben? Why, he comes Mondays and Thursdays, he does,” said the fisherman; ”ye'll find him here day after to-morrow, lad,--early, too, mos' like.”
”Can you tell me where he left my trunks?” queried Noll.
At this question, the men looked perplexed. ”Do ye mean boxes like?”
they asked, after a time.
Noll was astonished at this lack of knowledge, but managed to explain to the two what he meant.
”Ye'd best go up to Dirk Sharp's,” said one; ”the skipper leaves much with Dirk, he does, an' ye'll be like to find 'em there.”
”Back o' the wharf, lad,--back o' the wharf Dirk lives,” the other called to Noll, as he walked away.
Dirk Sharp's house was rather smarter than the others,--at least, it was in better repair; but the look which Noll caught of its interior, as he stood rapping by the open door, sufficed to destroy any antic.i.p.ations of industry or thriftiness which he might have formed from the dwelling's exterior. Dirk was a great broad-shouldered, slouching fellow, with a general air of s.h.i.+ftlessness about him. At Noll's summons, he came lounging out of an inner room, and, catching sight of the boy, said,--
”Lookin' for yer trunks, lad? The skipper said ye was to hev 'em las'
night, sh.o.r.e; but ye see,” pulling up his sleeve, ”as how I got a cut what's hindered,” displaying a long, b.l.o.o.d.y wound upon his arm. ”Ye sh'u'd ha' had 'em, lad, but for that, as the skipper said. But ef ye ken wait till the men get back from their seinin'--Ho! there be Bob an' Darby now,” he exclaimed, as he spied the two whom Noll had just pa.s.sed.
”Ahoy there, lads! here be a job fur ye!” he cried to the fishermen.
The two left their work and came up to Dirk.
”Here be two trunks to go 'roun' to the stone house fur this lad,”
said he. ”Ef ye'll shoulder 'em roun' the sh.o.r.e, yer welcome to what the skipper left fur't. What ye say, lads?”
”We'll do't fur ye, Dirk, seein' yer cut,” said the one who was called Darby. ”Where be the boxes, man?”
Dirk led them into the inner room, from whence they presently emerged, each with a trunk on his shoulder, and, bending with their burdens, started up the sh.o.r.e.
Noll followed slowly after, wondering why they did not use their boat, instead of enduring such back-breaking toil. It struck him that he had never seen such dull, apathetic faces as these Culm people had. Such utter s.h.i.+ftlessness as everything about the cl.u.s.ter of tumble-downs betokened he had never imagined. Perhaps all this dreariness and desolation made itself more keenly felt because the boy was just from the city, which teemed with life and bustle and energy. In its poorest quarter he had never seen such a lack of tidiness as the interior of Dirk Sharp's house presented. He followed the slowly-plodding trunk-bearers up the yellow sand, wondering if there was such another wretched, desolate, and forlorn place as Culm Rock in the whole wide earth.
CHAPTER VII.
HOW THE MONTH WAS SPENT.
They were a long time in getting to the stone house. Before they pa.s.sed the curve of the sh.o.r.e, the sun was well up in the sky and beat down with fervid rays upon the sweating, toiling fishermen. Noll rejoiced when the trunks were safely landed in his room at the top of the stairs, and the men had taken their departure, each with a piece of silver in addition to the skipper's fee. It seemed to him that there was no bright side to the life over in those wretched Culm huts.
If there was, he could not see it. It puzzled and perplexed him to imagine how human beings could live in such ignorance and apathy of all that was transpiring about them; and the sights which he had seen in the miserable, tumbledown village left a very disagreeable feeling in his heart. Somehow, his. .h.i.therto blithe spirits were dampened by this morning's walk, and he thought the great bare Rock would be a great deal more endurable if the fish-huts and their inmates were only off it. True, it would be much lonelier, but that was far more endurable than the sight of such s.h.i.+ftlessness and ignorance. He wondered if Uncle Richard ever went among them, and whether he really knew what a degraded people they had got to be. If he did know, Noll thought, it was very strange that he did not try to lift them up, teach them something, or, at least, have a school opened for the children. Papa, he thought, would have done something for them long ago. There would have been a little schoolhouse and a teacher. A new wharf, he was sure, would have taken the place of the rickety old thing; and by degrees the women would have learned thrift and neatness, and the men energy and industry. To be sure, it seemed a great deal to do for such dull, apathetic people, who seemed not to have a particle of energy and ambition about them; but papa, he thought, could have done it, and _would_ have done it, had he lived here as long as Uncle Richard. He remembered a little sea-town, where they had lived before dwelling in Hastings, how wretched and dirty and ignorant the fishermen were, and what a great change for the better came over the place through his father's efforts.
But now papa was gone, and Uncle Richard? The man was so much of a mystery to Noll, as yet, that he did not know whether there were any hopes of his setting himself to the task of lifting the Culm people out of their slough of wretchedness; but he hoped that his uncle would see and realize what needed to be done before another year had worn away. And if he did not? Why, then they would have to go on in their old way, he thought. He wished that he might do something toward the work; but, then, how could he? He had no money, and no means of getting any, and he was not fifteen.
Noll put away, or tried to do so, all thoughts of the Culm people and their life, and went to writing the note which Skipper Ben was to carry to Mr. Gray on his return to Hastings. When it was finished, he unlocked his trunk, took a look at the thumbed, worn little Bible which had been mamma's; at the familiar covers of his school-books, which brought up a hundred visions of pleasant, happy hours in the great, buzzing schoolroom,--wondered if he should ever know such joyful moments again,--it seemed quite an impossibility, now,--and took up, one by one, the keepsakes and knick-knacks which his boy friends had given him on his departure. There was the new ball which Sam Scott had given him,--how Sam _did_ love ball-playing!--and which was now not of the least possible use to him. There was a great bundle of fish-hooks which Archie Phillips had bestowed upon him, more in fun than in earnest, but which Noll had treasured because Archie was his seat-mate. Then there were all sorts of relics and mementos, such as boys set their hearts upon,--bits of carved wood, favorite drawing pencils, a purple amethyst, which Johnny Moore, whose father had been in India, had given him, and, best of all, there was Ned Thorn's dear, merry face beaming upon him from out the little ebony frame in which Ned's own hands had placed it the night before his departure.
Looking at this face, and gazing upon these mementos of his friends, did not serve to make Noll at all more contented with Culm Rock and the prospect before him, and, being presently made aware of this by the heaviness which began to settle upon his heart, he closed the trunks in great haste, and ran off.
The day pa.s.sed quickly enough, even for Noll, and was only the first of many happy ones spent by the sh.o.r.e and on the rocks. The boy had a taste for treasuring curiosities, and in the wonderful wealth of weed and sh.e.l.l which the sea was continually throwing upon the sand, his love of collecting and preserving was gratified. Every return of the tide was a great sweeping in of the wonders and beauties of the sea to add to his stores. There was always something new and strange to excite his delight and admiration. Then, too, there were long hours spent in climbing the rocks, till all its cliffs and hollows began to grow familiar to the boy. He climbed to Wind Cliff, and from its top looked down on the Culm houses on the sand, and into the gulls' nests far below in the crevices of the rock, and enjoyed their wild wheeling and screaming about him as he stood there. From this high look-out he often stood looking upon such sunsets as he had never seen before.
High up toward the zenith the sun shot its great banners of flame as it dipped in the sea, and made the vast expanse glow and glitter. In the east the sails flitted along the purple line of the horizon, and down in the dusk shadow of the Rock he could see the grim stone house and the blue thread of smoke from Hagar's kitchen chimney. Sometimes he made use of Archie Phillips' gift, and caught fish off the rocks, much to the advantage of the old housekeeper's dinner-table.